As the years roll on, this thought appears unprompted in my head at a depressingly more frequent rate. This time it relates to a idea that surfaced back at the end of last year when the prospect of a weeklong workshop in New Mexico, one on one with a Navajo Guide in the Dinétah – the Navajo Nation, photographing the Desert South West.

So far, so good. However my ever inventive brain proceeded to complicate the whole idea. Fly out and rent a car..? Smart. Take the train to Denver and rent a car..? Slightly less smart. Drive out..? Verging on dumb. But wait.. I have a 14′ travel trailer just looking for an adventure – what a great idea, roam across country, free from the tyranny of hotels and the nightly bed-bug check, take every camera I own.. Brilliant.

Totally fucking dumb.

Guess which won out.

Great. Now I have to get the trailer out from the back of the hangar where it has crouched – in warm comfort I might add – for the last two years, behind a friends Champ, and remind it of it’s sole purpose in life, to follow along behind me and protect me every night from the elements, come rain, come snow or even a festering heat wave. No problem there, I’m sure everything works fine, quick wash down, inflate the tires and Bob’s your Uncle.

The Universe laughs, and in this case fell off their chair..